I don't want to live in this world There are to many vampires in this world No silver crucifix could fix
MY HEART IS A TOMB MY HEART IS AN EMPTY ROOM I’VE GIVEN IT AWAY
Was it something that I said? Or something I didn’t do?
So bring it along Bring the shotgun You carry it nicely Bring the shotgun, here we go so
and I talked to the glass I think about you - I think of the past
This sick strange darkness Comes creeping on so haunting every time.